Page 19 of Blind Attraction

Warm breath and sweetly whispered words.

She squinted at where her hands rested. Oh. No. She’d mauled his chest.

“Human pillow, at your service.”

She groaned and jerked away, wanting to dive under the covers to hide the heat warming her cheeks.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Strong arms encased her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Another groan escaped as she rested her face on his hard pecs, again. “I bet I’m making a lasting impression.”

His chest convulsed with laughter. “I didn’t mind the cuddling. I wasn’t a fan of the drool though.”

A gasp burst from her lips and she sat up straight. “No way.” There would be a lot of comfort food in her near future if she’d drooled all over the chest of a celebrity.

His laughter grew. “I’m joking…I’m joking. You should see the expression on your face.”

Alana whacked him, hard, and smiled when his mirth died with an “umph”. The next second, she was on her back, his body on top of her, his thighs straddling one of hers. His weight made her breath catch, not because he was too heavy, because he was too delicious. Too damn inviting. Strong and powerful, yet gentle in the way he clasped her wrists above her head.

She wanted to grind into him, to get the slightest friction on the parts of her body that craved attention. The desire to see if a man could bring her pleasure made her ache.

“That wasn’t nice,” he growled, and her nipples tightened in response.

His face was a blur of color, a mix of light and dark which confused her, so she closed her eyes and pictured him the way she remembered. His hazel eyes filled her mind, his shoulder length hair falling down to frame his cheeks.

“You shouldn’t tease the blind girl.”

Something soft grazed her skin, then something rough. His cheek? His stubble?

“How bout I make it up to you?” he whispered in her ear.

She opened her mouth, but excitement stole her reply. Unfortunately, her stomach had no problems with being vocal. It started out as a low grumbled and turned into the call of the wild.

“Holy shit. Did you swallow a lion?”

She let out a sob and turned her head away.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and placed a kiss at the base of her neck. “No more teasing the gorgeous blind chick.”

Alana swallowed down the burst of pleasure threatening to explode inside her. He was seducing her. This thing between them wasn’t about love or emotion or commitment. It was about gratification and passion and lust. There could be no future with Mitchell, yet her heart had already started to attach itself to him, drawing strength from his every touch and seductive word.

“I’ll go order us some breakfast...or lunch. What would you prefer?”

She opened her eyes, not that it helped to answer her questions. “What time is it?”

He moved from her body and she suppressed a whine of disappointment.

“Twelve twenty-five on the bedside clock.”

Damn! “Where’s Kate?” She sat up, brushed the hair from her face and scooted to the side of the bed.

“There’s no point getting up. She left hours ago.” The mattress bounced, then stilled and she followed his dark shadow around the room. “I’m going to take care of you until she finishes work. So lie down and rest. I’ll be back in a minute.”

She dropped back onto her pillow and listened to his departing footsteps. Lunch time meant she still had hours until Kate finished work. Almost half a day to spend with the man beyond her dreams.

She stared at the ceiling and fought to hold back her smile. Even the plain white paint appeared fuzzy in her mangled vision, but at least the dry scratching had subsided. There was no pain, only a mild discomfort she’d be happy to ignore when in Mitchell’s company.

His deep voice whispered through the suite and her belly filled with eager butterflies. He’d kissed her. And she couldn’t wait for him to do it again. On the lips this time. She wanted to drown in his arms, devour his mouth, and lose her breath to him.

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